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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Wed, 10 Mar 2010 04:11:03 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>journal</title><subtitle>journal</subtitle><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-03-09T03:51:09Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>limited success</title><category term="process"/><category term="the recent past"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/3/8/limited-success.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/3/8/limited-success.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-03-08T21:52:27Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:52:27Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2FIMG_9567_800.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1268019271309',610,810);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-6045594-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1268019285520" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p>Another attempt was made last week to catch the moon rising over this landscape. All set up and ready to go at least half an hour early.&nbsp; As the sun set lower, and it approached the time when the moon should have been coming up - about 5:15 local time - the clouds seemed to get denser, even though they were not really moving. Six o'clock came and went, the sun set, the surrounding landscape got darker and darker. The moon never came up. Damn. I knew it was out there, somewhere, but where? By 6:30 I decided to bag it and abandon any hope of seeing a rising moon. Once I got home and looked out again about 7:30 or 8, I could see the mostly full moon shining through the clouds.</p>
<p>Perhaps later this month I'll have better luck with the weather: March 29 @ 6:30 pm local time I'll be out there again with my Linhof attached to the tripod. Anybody wants to stop by and say hello, by all means do so.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>now that it's receeding...</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="Large Format"/><category term="the recent past"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/3/5/now-that-its-receeding.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/3/5/now-that-its-receeding.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-03-05T23:38:33Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:38:33Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;<span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2F020610_02b_1200.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1267832234620',959,1210);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-6024079-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1267832248657" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p>More old news, but continuing in the trend of showing what the camera saw, here it is. <a href="http://manmadewilderness.squarespace.com/journal/2010/2/13/never-ending-fascination.html">Claire's</a> is probably better.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>getting pushed around</title><category term="travel"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/24/getting-pushed-around.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/24/getting-pushed-around.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-02-25T02:06:47Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:06:47Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/IMG_9543_350.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1266897689027" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Some detritus from the last snow storm.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>never ending fascination</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="Large Format"/><category term="guest contributors"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/13/never-ending-fascination.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/13/never-ending-fascination.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-02-14T01:33:06Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:33:06Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2FIMG_3318_800.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1266110949902',610,810);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5751703-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1266110966516" alt="" /></a><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 80%;">thanks to CLW for this one</span></p>
<p>We've had a lot of this stuff around here lately, the cause of much consternation and anguish. Including a 50+ hour power outtage last weekend. Through that ordeal, we tried to maintain our humor - and some warmth as the interior temp of the house dipped into the 40's at night. Photography helped me through, so there are going to be some more of these pictures coming along in the near future.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What's the Story? or... Today's Rant</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="my aesthetic"/><category term="process"/><category term="rant"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/11/whats-the-story-or-todays-rant.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/2/11/whats-the-story-or-todays-rant.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-02-11T23:17:40Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:17:40Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2FIMG_9517_800.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1265922883194',454,810);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5726369-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1265922897811" alt="" /></a><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p><em>From an unexpected source, I would imagine. This time I'm going to blame Apple, Inc.</em></p>
<p>If it hadn't been for the new laptop we purchased back in December, I wouldn't have found out about the ease of use of components such as iMovie and Garageband, bundled with the machine and which turn out to be more than merely functional. They are amazingly sophisticated tools that allow for a remarkable amount of user intervention. To the point that iMovie has rekindled the long dormant desire to make "movies," which back when I was still attempting such things we called "films" because they actually used long strands of <strong>film</strong> as the components in the final product. I gave up on that dream about the time <a class="offsite-link-inline" href="http://www.avid.com/" target="_blank">Avid</a> entered the marketplace with their high priced video editing paraphernalia.</p>
<p>Twenty + years later, "non linear editing" software combined with a simple laptop computer have become ubiquitous enough that without looking over my shoulder, I've gotten run over by the "video movement." Which is that <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">everyone wants to make movies</span>. In reality, the software/hardware manufacturers want us to make movies and succumb to our desires to <strong>tell stories</strong>. Look at the sales literature of the three 800 pound gorillas in the field of NLE software - Apple, Adobe, Avid - and then again at the literature of the dominant hardware lions - Sony, Canon, Nikon - and what they steadfastly insist is the reason for the dispersal of their tools is the need to tell stories.</p>
<p>I say fuck the storytellers, excuse my "French." Many of us are image makers who have refined the ability to tell a story with a single image, or evoke emotions or intellectual curiosity that don't rely upon the repetition of clich&eacute;d elements. I won't deny that stories are what captivate us, but as still photographers we've learned to show subtle qualities in a more economical manner than is possible with motion pictures. Movies are incredibly seductive. Given the opportunities, <strong>everyone</strong> would work on or make them. But the power of the still photograph is still immense. We read and experience them in a different part of the mind and soul. Perhaps it's a place of greater abstraction, one that requires less clarification. But it also empowers the sheer joy of <strong>seeing the world</strong> - which doesn't require a story or a moving documentary to explain.</p>
<p>Despite this tirade, no doubt I will continue to investigate the hardware/software knockout that has brought incredibly sophisticated motion picture capture tools within the reach of many of us in the comfortable, developed world.</p>
<p>Oh - and BTW, there is a man-made quality to this image: it's ice on a <strong>man made</strong> pond in a nearby development where we walk nearly every other day.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>hither &amp; yon</title><category term="process"/><category term="technique"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/14/hither-yon.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/14/hither-yon.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-01-14T22:35:39Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:35:39Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2F2footsteps.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1263507967147',543,815);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5379666-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263507978898" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p>There are always interesting combinations to be found. What is most remarkable about this sort of thing is the way the mind can put pieces together that are widely disparate, which may not have been viewed for months. Software only helped find the physical location of the pieces, and then create the combo. But it had nothing whatsoever to do with making the mental connection in the first place.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>what was I thinking? (pt 54c)</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="process"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/10/what-was-i-thinking-pt-54c.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/10/what-was-i-thinking-pt-54c.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-01-11T03:24:18Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:24:18Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2F121909_1_09_1000.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1263177870898',809,1010);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5328248-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1263177882774" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p>Some photographs are perfectly obvious upon viewing at any distance of time. <em>The sunset was gorgeous, the animals were adorable,</em> whatever. This one is more of a problem. What was the reason for the approach to the subject?</p>
<p>It wasn't the scenery I was looking at while wandering around in two feet of snow. The blanked out ground was erased from the composition, creating relationships between the visible elements that are not ordinarily evident. As mentioned previously, somewhat flippantly, I was most certainly attracted to the repaired crack in the concrete block wall, which signals movement of the ground beneath the corner of this building. It jags its way down the wall into the top of the fence, which leaves the two dimensional surface in an almost solid plane that turns 90 degrees and offers a barely opaque plane that disappears out of the frame, creating a tense imbalance. I think I actually saw all this while framing the view. And even more, that eludes me now, some three weeks after the fact.</p>
<p>For some other fascinating views of a walk in the snow, totally different from these, look at where Mauro Thon Giudici has been <a class="offsite-link-inline" href="http://onlandscape.blogspot.com/2010/01/urbana-milan-ordinary-landscapes-porta_09.html" target="_blank">recently</a>.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>what was I thinking? (pt. 54b)</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="my aesthetic"/><category term="process"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/6/what-was-i-thinking-pt-54b.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/6/what-was-i-thinking-pt-54b.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-01-07T04:29:56Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:29:56Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>During our <a href="http://manmadewilderness.squarespace.com/journal/2009/12/22/wheres-the-hog-path-at.html">recent blizzard</a>, despite my claims that I was never leaving the house again, the morning after my commutation ordeal I did indeed leave the house: long enough to carry a camera a distance of some quarter mile to observe whatever was (not) happening at the "center of town" and expose two rolls of film. On my way, there were some oddities that caught my attention. Looking at the exposures now, I wonder what I had in mind at the time. Maybe it was the cracks in the wall? Shapes in the starkness of the landscape? Or was it the snow on the fence? No, there's hardly any snow on the fence... It was the fence and the crack in the wall and the abstraction created by the two feet of snow. Yeah, that must be it. Whatever...</p>
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<p>I'd like to believe there is less of this sort of questioning going on as I do this photography thing longer. Surely if I can't figure out what I was after, there is little chance of demonstrating to anyone else what it was I was looking to display. Apparently I was "exercising my eye," but hadn't quite gotten warmed up yet. Ordinarily these kinds of exercises get edited out and shuffled into the contact sheet bin. Today I'm interested in the process of finding an image from a recent session that really works for me. We walk around and look and see, releasing the shutter any number of times, but only occasionally do we find subjects that really excite us. What is it that makes the spark?</p>
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<p>Better, but it's a fairly small crop from a 6 x 7 original. Couldn't get closer without trampling on the scene.</p>
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<p>Better still. But the spark didn't last, perhaps because I shortly after this went back inside, tired of struggling through knee high snow.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>the 3 sibs</title><category term="A Perfect Nearness"/><category term="the recent past"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/3/the-3-sibs.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2010/1/3/the-3-sibs.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2010-01-03T17:15:06Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:15:06Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2FIMG_3187_800clw.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1262538340742',610,810);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5229597-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1262538355281" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">RDW; JHW; KMW; MoM in bkgnd</span></span></p>
<p>This is what <em>we</em> do on Christmas. Anybody want to share theirs?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>where's the hog path at?</title><category term="the recent past"/><id>http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2009/12/22/wheres-the-hog-path-at.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/journal/2009/12/22/wheres-the-hog-path-at.html"/><author><name>KMW</name></author><published>2009-12-23T02:48:10Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:48:10Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="thumbnail-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><a href="javascript:showFullImage('/display/ShowImage?imageUrl=%2Fstorage%2FIMG_9226_800.jpg%3F__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION%3D1261535760210',610,810);"><img src="http://www.manmadewilderness.com/storage/thumbnails/1561352-5146763-thumbnail.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1261535775792" alt="" /></a></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 540px;">click 'er for bigger</span></span></p>
<p>Better put this up, or it's not going to happen.</p>
<p>The night prior to this photo, it took <strong>5-1/2 hours</strong> to get home from the market, a trip that ordinarily takes 15 minutes. It was truly a challenge to yours truly's sanity and patience. At least I wasn't one of the unfortunates who spent over 24 hours in their car, as some out there did. You might say people around here don't know how to handle their vehicles in the snow. Alas, 4-5 days later, we're still digging our way out of 24 inches of this white stuff.</p>]]></content></entry></feed>